I grew up in a family of motorheads. My grandfather owned a neighborhood service station from 1961 to 1979, the kind where you didn’t pump your own gas and a fluid check and windshield wash was complimentary. I was only seven when he retired but can still remember the sights and smells of the station. Seattle photographer Todd Jannausch’s series Garage Evidence captures the decline and decay of these iconic landmarks.
Through Jannausch’s photos, I can practically smell the familiar faint odor of oil mixed with orange cleaner ( my grandfather kept his place immaculate! ) and hear the ring of the station bell as a car drives over it, signaling Granddaddy to service.
I can remember playing on the lifts in the garage, drinking Coca-Cola in glass bottles and following my grandfather around like a puppy.
Just like my grandfather’s station, these old relics have been replaced by more bigger, more efficient yet less friendly models. Thank you, Todd, for capturing their last breaths and for taking me back to the time I spent in such a place. Be sure to check out Todd’s website for more from the Garage Evidence series, as well as his other work.
PS– Scroll down for a peek at my granddaddy, Lester ( aka L.V. ) Hamilton on the day of his retirement, April 14, 1979, the day before my 7th birthday.
All Todd Jannausch images are via his website.